Out of Town: A Spot Conlon Story

XXXIV

Before we head out to the docks I put on the shorts I where under my skirt and camisole top to swim in. I also make sure I grab a hair tie so I do not get my hair wet. Spot comes into his room looking rather impatient, his arms are crossed and is glaring at me. He grabs my arm and starts running out of the building. Once be reaches the the stairs he practically falls down them but quickly recovers from loosing his balance. I would be lying if I said I am not nervous. This boy is carrying me and running like a mad man, what isn't there to be afraid of?
Once we make it too the harbor he finally puts me down, and he immediately starts unbuttoning his shirt. I'm staring, watching his fingers slowly undo each one. He can tell I am staring too, I can even see his smirk in the moonlight.
"Enjoying da show" he asks, taking a step towards me.
I quickly put my hair up into a bun. "Quite" I say, bitting my lip just to make him go a little bit crazy.
My feet are no longer on the ground as Spot picks me up and slowly starts carrying me to the water. He waits until his entire torso is engulfed in the water when he stops.
"What do you think you're doing" I ask him.
His smirk is as prominent as ever when he looks down at me. "So I can do this" he get out before I am engulfed in the water. So much for keeping my hair dry.
Using my feet on the soil I push myself back up facing Spot.
"What was that for?" I ask in fake whinny tone with my hands on my hips.
This causes him to chuckle, "it was the right thing ta do". As soon as he finishes I flick my wrist causing some water and to hit his upper body. This caused him to do the same think to me. This goes on for quite sometime when a game pops into my head.
Wendy, Olivia, and I used to play a game where one person was being held by the other in a cradle position. The person holding the other one would ask them a question about themselves, and everytime they would answer wrong they got dunked. When they answered they would flip them. Spot seemed way to eager to play it.
"Let ask the question first" I say. I am a little scared for what Spot as in mind. We walk into the deeper water so I can support his body weight with more ease. "What's my mom's name" I question. I have told him twice, but from his face I can tell he doesn't remember it.
"Margret" dunk.
"Paula" dunk.
"Regina" dunk.
"Y/m/n" flip.
"That was unfair, you'se told me that like once!" he crosses his arms again with a pout "but it's y turn now". I hop into his arms and await my fate. "What's da bourough I told you'se where da body was found da first time we'se met" he gives a smirk. He knows I don't remember.
"Harlem?" dunk.
"Staten Island" dunk.
"Bronx" dunk.
"Queens" dunk.
I don't remember, I can be here forever.
"Can I have a hint?" Dunk.
"That isn't in the game" Spot pouts before dunking me again. He can be a brat sometimes. "I'll give you a hint for a kiss" what a bargainer.
I am about to lean up to give him a peck when he lets me go expecting me to drop into the water. Instead I grab onto his neck and shoulders. I whisper under my breath "asshole" but he still hears me.
"What was dat?" He teases me.
However I do not answer him and give him a quick peck on the lips. "I think I get a hint now" I tell him.
He pulls me back into the cradle position, "Across the river from Queens" he caves in.
"East Side" flip.
Our game continues on for a while until it devolves into be in his arms having a conversation. He still occasionally dunks me though to get me to shut up.
"My real name is Sean, but I would rather you call me Spot" he says at some point.
"Sean, Sean Conlon. You almost sound like a gentleman" I chuckle. This earns me a dunk.
"Don't call me Sean" Spot says in a deep commandind tone.
"But what if I like it, Sean" I challenge him. However I do prefer Spot, I have gotten used to it and have grown fond of it. But saying Sean seems to be a sure fire way to make him antsy.
"I don't like it" he says again letting me stand on the ground again. I am in deeper water than he is so have to tread to stay afloat.
"Okay Sean, you're lucky I perfer Spot" I say. However giving in doesn't seem to have him drop his ultra dominate persona, if anything it makes it more intense. He pulls me closer to him, and I instinctively wrap my legs around his torso, and I just stare up at him.
"Happy were on da same page" he simply says. He puts his hand around my waist trapping us in this position.
Should I mess with him a little more? Is that even a question, yes! "Anything for you, Sean" I whisper in his ear. I can feel his hair stand up straight as I say it. He pulls me even closer kissing me. One of his arms makes its way up to my hair to undo it from the bun. The wet hair falls down to my back. Now Spot is running his fingers up and down my back before climbing up my neck. Once he reaches the crooks of my neck he pulls my hair causing me to let out a small moan and tighten my grip around his waist. When my mouth goes slightly agape Spot asserts his dominance again, by slipping his tongue in. We are now fully making out in a calm part of East River.
We finally pull away with a small amount of saliva connecting us still. That's disgusting. "I think we call it a night" I say heading back the the sandy harbor.
Spot follows me shortly after, "we'se need ta swim like once a week" he says looking at me.
"Maybe" I say.
He gives me his dry shirt to where until we get home. We link hands making our way out of the harbor. I convince Spot to go up the fire escape to not disturb Edith, or to risk getting caught by one of the boys. Once we are inside Spot changes into his dry clothes in his bathroom while I change into my under where and just decide to button ups Spots shirt and call it a night. But before I lay down I put my hair up to hopefully make it easier to manage in the morning.